Chapter 5 Are You Ready?

Claire's POV

“You’re not pregnant.”

The doctor’s words hit me like a gut punch. I gripped the edge of the examination table so hard my knuckles turned white. My eyes flew to Ethan.

His face was stone-cold, unreadable, but the tension rolling off him was suffocating.

“Did I hear you correctly?” Ethan’s voice was low and deadly. “She’s not pregnant?”

The doctor shifted nervously. “The tests came back negative. The implantation didn’t take.”

My stomach twisted. I had been so sure. Hopeful despite everything. Now it felt like another failure piled on top of this nightmare contract.

Adding to the pile of records I already had going against me.

Ethan moved closer to the doctor, his presence menacing. “You assured me this was a proven method,” he dragged out through gritted teeth.

“Yes, but—”

“Fix it. Now!” He yelled.

“It’s not an exact science,” the doctor replied carefully. “There are variables—”

“Variables?” Ethan snarled.

The doctor hesitated, then looked between us. “There is… another option. The natural way.”

Silence crashed over the room. My face burned. I couldn’t look at Ethan.

“You mean we should… have sex?” I whispered.

Ethan’s jaw clenched. “That’s not part of the agreement.”

“Her body isn't accepting the fertilization implantation we planned. We can't force it to, Mr. Blackwood,” he replied.

“You have to, there has to be a way,” Ethan continued and the doctor shook his head.

Then looked between us, shrugged and didn't say a word again.

The idea was already out there, thick and dangerous in the air.

Ethan's POV

The drive back to the penthouse was dead silent. My hands strangled the steering wheel the entire way.

The doctor's idea wasn't the worst in the world, actually one I had considered over and over since the very day she walked in.

But actually doing it felt entirely wrong. And the thought of the weeks that'd passes didn't help the idea one bit.

When we finally stepped inside, I couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“This is unacceptable!” I roared, pacing the living room like a caged animal. “I had a plan. A timeline. Now this bullshit set back—”

“It’s not like I wanted this!” Claire yelled back, eyes blazing. “You think I enjoy feeling like a failure? Like my body betrayed me?”

I stopped pacing and spun on her. “This isn’t about you. This is about securing my empire — the racing legacy. We don’t have time for mistakes.”

“Maybe if you weren’t such a controlling bastard, this wouldn’t have happened!” She shouted, stepping closer. “You want everything done perfectly. You can’t control everything, Ethan!”

Her fire lit something feral in me. And before I could stop myself, I closed the distance, crashing my lips against hers.

It wasn’t a kiss. It was war.

Hard. Angry and desperate.

Claire gasped into my mouth but didn’t push me away. Instead, she fisted my shirt and kissed me back just as violently, her tongue fighting mine.

I tangled my hand in her hair, yanking her head back so I could devour her neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks.

“This is a bad idea,” she moaned shakily, even as her nails dug into my shoulders.

“Definitely,” I growled against her throat, my hands sliding down to grip her ass. “Right now, I don’t fucking care.”

I lifted her in one motion. Her legs wrapped around my waist as I carried her down the hallway to the bedroom, mouths still fused.

I kicked the door shut and dropped her onto the bed, covering her body with mine.

I ripped open her blouse, buttons popping all the way down. Her perfect tits spilled out and I sucked one hard nipple into my mouth, biting down just enough to make her cry out and arch against me.

“Fuck, Ethan…” she gasped.

I shoved her skirt up, tore her panties down her legs, and spread her thighs wide. My mouth was on her pussy in seconds, licking, sucking and devouring her soaked folds like a starving man.

She tasted sweet and addictive.

Her hips bucked wildly against my face as I fucked her with my tongue, two fingers pumping deep inside her tight heat.

She came hard, screaming my name, thighs shaking around my head.

I didn’t give her time to recover. I stood, ripped off my shirt and pants, and freed my rock-hard cock. I was throbbing, leaking for her.

I climbed back over her, locked eyes with her flushed face, and thrust deep inside her in one powerful stroke.

Claire cried out, nails raking down my back. She was so fucking tight and wet. I groaned, burying myself to the hilt.

“Take every inch,” I growled, pinning her wrists above her head.

I fucked her hard and deep — brutal, possessive strokes that made the bed slam against the wall. Her moans filled the room as I drove into her again and again, my hips slamming against hers.

“Let go, Claire,” I rasped against her mouth. “Cum on my cock like a good girl.”

Her body obeyed instantly. She shattered around me, pussy clenching and pulsing so hard I nearly lost it.

I fucked her through it, faster, chasing my own release.

And with a deep groan, I buried myself deep and came hard, flooding her with thick ropes of cum.

For a long moment, we stayed locked together, breathing ragged, bodies slick with sweat.

This changed everything.

And I could tell neither of us regretted a second of it.